They used to tell me that the sky was the limit,
But what's beyond that?
The end of the story was in the clouds for me,
But that's ending the possibilities.
If I could makes the universe my limit,
What could I accomplish?
I've been trapped in what someone else could imagine,
Because for them,
Going up is important.
What about going back?
Bring back endless possibilities,
Where stories didn't have a solution,
Where people created a reason to write.
They ended the possibility of the character dying,
In her total glory and her total decision.
They narrated my ending for me,
Instead of letting me shoot past the sky.
